Tang Mang was so excited that his Fist of Unmoving Mingwang was so powerful, and he became more and more tireless in his practice, forgetting to eat and sleep.
Except for practicing swords under the waterfall in the morning, I didn’t even study artifacts. All my time was spent practicing the Unmoving Mingwang Fist, and I vowed to practice the Ten Styles Unmoving Mingwang Fist.
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Time slipped through my fingers like quicksand, and before I knew it, two years passed.
In two years, hundreds of outer disciples of Qingyun Outer Sect broke through the limit of their physical body and entered the Kaiyuan Realm. Many of them completed the sect tasks and were promoted to inner disciples.
However, Tang Mang was still at the peak of the ninth level of the physical realm. He was not only practicing swords under the waterfalls, but also practicing the Unmoving Mingwang Fist at the top of the Gravity Tower without any slackness.
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"well!"
A teenager sighed on the top of the gravity tower in the outer door.
The boy looked sixteen or seventeen years old. Although his figure was not strong, he was quite symmetrical. He was nearly 1.8 meters tall, with long black shawl hair, fair and smooth and delicate face, with a clear and angular cold and handsome face, and his deep black eyes, with mysterious colors.
Especially the flying sword eyebrows, with a little sharpness, although their appearance is not very outstanding, they are also handsome.
However, the boy's hair was disheveled at this moment, covered in sweat, bent over and breathed heavily, and his image was a little embarrassed.
The boy is nothing but Tang Mang.
Three months ago, he celebrated his sixteenth birthday.
"I failed again, why can't I always practice the tenth style of the Unmoved Mingwang Fist!?"
Tang Mang curled a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth. Could it be that he really has no connection with Buddha and has to stop at the ninth posture of the King of Ming Fist?
For two years, Tang Mangxia practiced in Sanfu and in Sanjiu practiced in Sanjiu. He has never slacked off. His basic swordsmanship has barely reached the level of great success, and he can achieve the level of practicing strength as silk and water without touching his body.
However, Tang Mang was not happy at all, because no matter how hard he tried, he could not practice the tenth stance of the Unmoved King's Fist.
In fact, Tang Mang is extremely talented. In addition to the tenth stance of the Unmoved Mingwang Fist, although the previous nine stances are also extremely difficult to practice, he also practiced them all six months ago.
In the next six months, except for going under the waterfall in the morning to practice swords, he spent almost all his time practicing the tenth style of the Unmoved Mingwang Fist, but the effect was unexpectedly poor.
No matter what, Tang Mang couldn't understand the mystery of the tenth stairs. He only used the tenth stairs to have his shape, and he did not temper his body or improve his strength.
After practicing hard for half a year, there was no progress. Even though Tang Mang was tenacious, he was a little depressed at this moment.
However, Tang Mang has never given up his temper, and no matter how many failures he has, he cannot defeat him.
Soon, he adjusted his mindset and gritted his teeth and said, "In the face of difficulties, the weak will choose to escape and give up. Although I am a weak person now, I want to become stronger, so I must never give up."
Thinking about this, continue practicing.
The tenth style of the Unmoved Mingwang Fist is extremely complicated, but Tang Mang has a very high talent and has taken a few days to fully learn it.
It’s just that learning moves alone is not enough. He must understand the mystery of the tenth style.
However, this process was not smooth. Not only did Tang Mang find it difficult to understand the mystery, but every time he practiced the tenth stance, his body and soul had to endure great pain.
The most terrifying thing is that this kind of pain cannot be completely erased even by the Great Freedom and Pure Heart Mantra, which has caused Tang Mang torture for more than half a year.
As he practiced one punch after another, Tang Mang quickly trembled all over, sweating so much that he rained, and his eyes were covered with blood. The severe pain not only penetrated his bone marrow, but also reached his soul, as if he was pierced by tens of thousands of needles, making Tang Mang miserable.
However, whether it is the pain that penetrates the bone marrow or the soul stings, it is difficult to shake Tang Mang's will.
Even with a moment of trance and wavering, he quickly became firm again.
If someone else had suffered such pain as Tang Mang, he would have collapsed long ago.
"Only those who endure hardships can become the best."
Tang Mang gritted his teeth secretly, enduring the pain while pondering the mystery of the tenth style.
Just as Yan Luo said, Buddhist martial arts or martial arts require wisdom to practice. As for what is wisdom? Yan Luo can't explain the reason.
Tang Mang kept thinking and almost finished the tenth stance, and the pain reached its peak at this moment.
For a moment, Tang Mang's head was so painful that it was about to split. Beads of sweat the size of beans on his body were soaking all his clothes.
After finishing the tenth stance, Tang Mang was exhausted and sat down to the ground, saying disappointed: "It's not possible, why can't you understand the mystery of the tenth stance?"
As he said that, his thoughts moved slightly and asked in a voice transmission: "Yan Luo, can't I really practice the tenth stance?"
As he spoke, he clenched his fists tightly. Even though his nails were deeply penetrated, he didn't seem to feel any pain.
Yan Luo sighed and said, "Boy, you are indeed talented, but I have told you that it is not easy to practice the Mingwang Fist without moving. In fact, it is also surprising that you can practice the ninth style within two years!"
Tang Mang remained silent for a long time before he said, "Do I have to give up the tenth stance?"
"It doesn't matter if you give up. After all, you have practiced the ninth style, your body is strong and your blood is strong. As long as you break through the Kaiyuan realm, you will definitely condense a large amount of innate vitality."
Yamadao.
"What do you mean, can I refine the demon beads?" Tang Mang asked.
"this……"
Yan Luo wanted to speak but stopped, but finally he told the truth: "The power of the demon bead has become increasingly stronger recently. I can't be sure whether you can refine it."
"What is the power of the Demon Bead?"
"Swallow, devour the spirits of all things. If no one can refine them, not only will you and I be devoured, but I am afraid that all the creatures in your Dragon Abyss Continent will be devoured."
"What, you're not kidding?"
"Of course I didn't joke. It was rumored in ancient times that this thing won the world, but this thing itself is definitely a very bad thing."
Hearing this, Tang Mang did not answer again.
After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "I will practice for half a year for another half a year. If I fail, I will directly enter the Kaiyuan Realm."
"Since you have decided, then work hard."
Yan Luo said with emotion: "In ancient times, there were very few Buddhist genius disciples who could practice the tenth style of the Mingwang Fist in Unmoving, so don't be too persistent, if you still can't do it in half a year, just break through the Kaiyuan realm."
"Yeah, I get it."
Tang Mang nodded and was about to continue practicing, but his stomach was still croaking restlessly.
Now that the body is strong, Tang Mang has an amazing appetite, three meals a day are indispensable, and he also loves meat. Each meal is equivalent to the appetite of more than a dozen people, a standard foodie.
"Forget it, go to have a meal first."
Tang Mang touched the demon's belly with a wry smile and walked down the gravity tower.
Soon, he arrived at the seventh floor of the Gravity Tower and saw Tang Lin who was practicing lion and tiger fist hard. He smiled and said, "Stop practicing, let's go to have a meal first."
"Haha, I forgot that the time for dinner is up if you don't say it."
When Tang Lin saw Tang Mang laughing, he strode to meet him.